"Remember what you were going to do, right? Achuan. Tomie reminded me.

Yes, I remember that I separated from Mi and traveled with Tomie to the place where the Torchlight was, to find out more about the things that would help the project, and even though Tomie didn't like those people very much, claiming that they were "fools and blinds", I had my own considerations, even if they didn't seem to be absolute reasons for her to be smarter, but I still insisted on doing so. We began to sweep quickly, we passed through many areas of the Ruling Bureau at high speed, and I saw the war that was now being staged in the Ruling Bureau area in full swing as I walked, and I saw the inevitability of the end from the war, and these relatively fast and slow landscapes made me think more about them, which were based on my narrow cognition and the limitations of being a human being, full of all kinds of very reasonable delusions and fruitless suspicions, and from which more unspeakable thoughts burst out. In that extremely short period of time for others, the thoughts in my mind were like supernova explosions, fast, intense, and extremely complex.

After that, I fell into a hallucination in a state of incomprehension, which was so realistic that I had no time to think about what was real, which made me feel more and more painful, and almost broke down. At that moment, it was Tomie's embrace that pulled me back into my "normal" state, back to the state full of limitations, like a caged bird, but relatively safe for my own personality.

I was really crazy, but I didn't completely lose my memory and cognition. I am well aware that those hallucinations are likely to be more than just hallucinations in terms of their effects, but are imbued with an element of influence that is at work in me and spreads outward along with my present existence. This factor that affects me will definitely not be produced in me alone, and it is absolutely impossible for the other Gao Chuan, who has a direct connection with me, to escape the interference of this influence.

This sudden impact, though unexpected, was not unwarranted in terms of timing, and what I saw, felt, and thought in my previous frenzied state was able to become part of a long line of logic that connected everything I knew in the past, present, and future compared to the more gratuitous anomalies I had seen in the past. And if you dig deeper, there is a suspicious deliberateness to this kind of tandem itself.

I have no intention of investigating what factors contributed to the sudden hallucination, because my narrow cognitive level doomed me to not get a full picture of it. If I really hold on to it, then what I am holding on to now will become suspicious and meaningless. To be honest, I was a little scared to go deep into the darkness that loomed into the corner of the truth, which was full of things that terrified me, and I knew very well that even if I entered it, my low ability would not be enough to protect myself and find out the truth.

Even so, whether or not to go deep has never been a decision for me. It was as if I was drifting down an unknown boundless river, not knowing where I was in the river, only knowing that I was a young, fragile and weak baby, who could only float on the surface of the water with the swaddling clothes under me, and float away in the distance along the murky river that I could not see.

Yes, I know, I know very well.

"It's coming." Tomie said this to me, I knew what she was talking about, maybe all her words seemed to have a deep meaning before, but now, what she said was only for the light of the torch.

I couldn't be sure if I was still rushing after the hallucination, and how long it had been. By the time I woke up, I had stopped, and the scenery around me was different from what I had seen before. I endured the pain and fear that grew from the hallucinations that still haunted my brain, looking around at everything around me. A distinctly unnatural wind blew from the side, and then shifted to the side in a path that felt so obvious, like a huge blower turning, and I could neither see the blower nor hear its sound, but felt that it was coming from a place where I could not see it.

The whirring wind has a special frequency, neither harsh nor dull, let alone refreshing, not cold, nor hot, as if its temperature is always the same and constant as mine. Compared to the steady wind, the materials that are supposed to make up the structure of buildings, streets, and other objects seem a little confusing.

There are some substances that are what the structure looks like, but not all of them, metals exist, and non-metals exist, there are colors and textures that I am familiar with, and there are colors and textures that I have never seen before. These materials constitute a creation of a huge scale, but full of artificial consistency, and it is not necessarily the case to say that it is an architecture, because what can be seen by the naked eye is a patchwork of walls, and the space between the walls is the aisle, and from the perspective of the spread of the wall and the law of the aisle, it only feels incomparably complex and wide.

The structure, which is entirely composed of walls and aisles, immediately reminded me of the labyrinth, from which the wind emerges, and the feeling is so strong that it is not at all possible that it may be blowing from above the labyrinth, even though it is common sense that the wind cannot be confined to such an open structure.

"It's a labyrinth." I couldn't help but say, "The Torchlight is inside?" ”

"No, it's down there." Tomie looked at the ground flatly, "The labyrinth is a disguise, a trap, part of the physical structure of the ritual. They all stayed down there, and the walls were coming out of under them like bamboo shoots. There was an insightful affirmation in her tone, I don't know where her information came from, but from the perspective of her identity as the ultimate weapon 999, since she knew, it was impossible for Shinrikyo of Doom not to know it. It can be surmised from this that although these people at the Torchlight acted as secretly as possible, they were still not a secret in the eyes of Shinrikyo of Doom. And the fact that the Doomsday Shinrikyo knew about it but did nothing meant that it was unusual.

The "deviation" of the Torchlight is obviously not as rosy as they thought, but, like what I and others are doing now, even though I know that the outcome may not be what I thought, something needs to be done. The emotion pinned on the ethereal possibility should be the same for everyone.

This anticipation no longer makes my heart heavier.

The place of the ceremony, the wind of the ceremony, the sound of the ceremony...... This vast labyrinth, which is so huge that it stretches for an unknown number of kilometers, would not have been possible for the survivors of the Torchlight if it had not been put together from the existing buildings of the Ruling Bureau, but had been reconstructed without the use of Grey Mist technology and other mysteries. Because the labyrinth is so extensive, it is difficult to get a full picture of its internal structure, and it is impossible to decipher the entire mechanism of the ritual in a short period of time, and it is impossible to determine whether the ritual has begun or where it has been carried out. I have no intention of destroying the Torchlight rituals, as the Doomsday Shinrikyo has not stopped them either, and their success is bound to contribute to the emergence of the "monster of the collective human subconscious".

I just want to use my actions to make the "deviation" that they would have done a little more. Of course, I wasn't sure how to control this deviation precisely, and more strictly speaking, I didn't even know how I could do it to make sure it was what I wanted. I would have come here without knowing anything to do something that even I could not have imagined the outcome of which would seem like a madman to others. It is incomprehensible to put one's own thoughts in such an action that has no beginning or end, and whose results cannot be determined, in the eyes of a reasonable person.

However, that's all I can do.

If any rational and logical action is to be exploited, we can only expect that the result of an action that cannot be confirmed by the actor himself will be slightly different from some of the assumptions—as to who these assumptions come from, and even more so from a human being, it is a matter that can only be said after the results have been produced.

I'm not sure that my actions, my thoughts, are not in the need of the "virus". But, like the people at the Torchlight, the only thing I could do as a short-sighted and ignorant person was what I thought I had to do and that I thought would be useful. There is no one here to help me think, no one to give better advice, no heroes, no "smart people" who know everything in the full sense of the word, no standards that can be proven to be absolutely correct, no enough perfect references, no one who can give a solution to the problem that is really in essence - if there is, I really think so.

If what I'm doing, as it has done in the past, has contributed to a certain level of what I don't want to see, there's no way around it.

"Did they know we were coming?" I paused in front of the labyrinth for a moment and asked Tomie what I thought was a boring question.

"Of course, we're on their turf." Tomie still had that flat tone on this boring question.

"But they didn't come out, do they think we can't do anything?" I stared at the labyrinth, and then turned to the foot of the labyrinth, the wind is a flow, the wind sound is a frequency, these rhythmic phenomena are becoming the basis of the ability to "chain judgment". The invisible particles, the invisible fluctuations, are like clear line segments, and my perception follows these lines to the source of this rhythm. In my mind's eye, the labyrinth, which I could not see, was being outlined by many lines, some of which went beyond the three-dimensional structure and spread out to the outside of a blank space, but then intertwined to form a new outline.

The structure of the new outline and the labyrinth is intertwined with each other, showing a very clear relevance, just as two patterns drawn on paper that are not far apart are being summed up by the superfluous lines into a huge whole. This new silhouette doesn't show the architectural forms I'm familiar with, but it's something hidden underground.

In this outline of the lines, some of the dots began to move, and as they moved, they also zoomed in my mind. When the dot becomes a more specific outline, it appears to be an extremely pronounced human form. Who else could it be but those guys from the Torchlight? There is no information that this place was invaded by other forces before Tomie and I arrived.

"We don't think you can't do anything, Mr. Takakawa." The sounds made by those humanoids were turned into words in the images that the chain judgment sent to the mind.

I didn't hear with my ears, I didn't see with my eyes, and these patterns and words that existed only in my mind occupied all my senses in an extraordinary way, and this was not the first time I had experienced this. It's just that in the past, it was often necessary to overclock the ability to the point where even the brain seemed to melt in order to produce this experience in that high-load state. Sometimes, the experience is more like an illusion, but when it is as frequent as the normal senses, and when it is possible to show what is happening today in more detail in this way, it is no longer an illusion.

I've always felt that being strong and empowered is not a good thing. After entering the reality of the hospital, it is even more linked to the deterioration of the condition of patients with doomsday syndrome. I still think so today, and the unusual sensory manifestations I feel at this time are the result of the deterioration of "Takakawa" itself—it has obviously collapsed into LCL, and LCL is an extremely stable liquid substance in the actual research and observation of the hospital, so what else is there to deteriorate in itself? It's not something I can observe and understand.

I could not break free from this hallucinatory experience, and my senses continued to be filled with the complex shapes and words that were presented in my mind through interlocking judgments, and the lines that made up these complex three-dimensional shapes and words were fluctuating at a frequency that I could notice. The more you observe and experience this fluctuation, the more distorted these figures and words become, as if the pattern woven from the soft rope is constantly shaking, as if the whole structure of the soft rope is about to disintegrate in this increasingly violent shaking.

Of course, all these images and words that cover the perception of my visual and auditory organs have become extremely powerful at the same time as the other person is speaking, and unless I have referred to it before, I have come to the conclusion that this outline is "people talking", otherwise I really can't recognize what is in my mind.

Even so, some of the speaker's words could not be presented in my mind in a way that I could understand, and the part of the text that had been sketched in my mind had been completely distorted.

It's incredible, the chain judgment is only the "talent" of the Devil's Pattern Messenger itself, and compared with the more mysterious "Devil's Pattern Super", it is more based on the basic quality of the individual, and it has less mystery, but it can also deteriorate to this point. There is no better explanation that I can understand, other than that I myself am "spoiling".